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A little something I'm going to be working on to the best of my ability. Please let me know what you think! Hearing from you all is my favorite thing. Let me know, too, where you think I should go with this story! I might listen, I might not. Hope you enjoy!

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Mako stared out across the river, eyes not focused on anything in particular. His mind was elsewhere instead of on the pole in his hands. A sharp tug to the line might bring him back to earth, but for now he was too lost in his thoughts to pay much attention to anything else. It was his day free of chores, and he was content to sit there and fish, letting his mind wander.

His birthday was coming up in a few days, and he'd be sixteen; old enough to start joining the elders on hunting trips. He wasn't entirely certain if that was something to look forward to, though; he wasn't as muscular as his brothers or some of the elders in the tribe. Mako was five and a half feet tall, taller than one of his brothers, but he was scrawny by comparison. He resembled his mother more than father, besides being an otter like her.

Garis, his father, was half a foot taller, and a strong, built wolf with black fur and blue eyes. His mother, Chang, was an inch or two shorter than Mako, and had soft tan fur with amber eyes and long, dark brown hair. Mako had ended up with her eyes, hair, and figure, more or less, and never had put much effort into trying to bulk up.

He had two older brothers, Zeke and Kosh; both wolves. Zeke was the oldest by four years and was an inch shorter than Mako, but was far stronger and faster than the otter could have hoped to be. Zeke had black fur like his father, and dark brown hair that he kept short. Kosh was between Mako and Zeke in age, but was as tall as Garis, though he had Chang's soft tan fur and, at one point, was as thin and sleek as Mako. Years of dedication and training had kept him lithe, but toned, and while he couldn't best Zeke in a fight, he was just as skilled a hunter with a bow.

Mako didn't want to hunt, and he wouldn't be forced, but at the same time, he didn't want to disappoint his father. Garis had always been hard, but understanding. He was gone for days or weeks at a time to go hunting for food, and he'd been so proud to have Zeke and Kosh accompanying the hunt. Mako didn't want to let him down.

Mako was so focused on his thoughts that when a paw touched his shoulder he flinched and dropped his fishing-pole into the river with a sharp gasp. He whipped his head around to see Kosh standing there, chuckling. "Don't sneak up on me!" he hissed, heart still beating quickly.

The older wolf shook his head and patted the otter's shoulder, sighing softly. "Sorry, Mako, I thought you'd hear me coming," he said.

"No, I..." the otter looked back around, not finding his fishing pole, and seeing it floating along down the river from where he sat on the bank. "My pole!" He clamored to his feet and started off down the bank to try and get to a good spot to jump in, but heard a splash from behind.

Kosh had dove into the water and was swimming along with the current towards the piece of wood. Mako frowned as he watched; he wasn't as good a swimmer as the wolf. Hell, he didn't feel like he was as good at anything compared to his brothers. In no time at all Kosh had grabbed the pole in his teeth like a feral dog and was swimming back towards the bank. He handed the pole to Mako before pulling himself out of the water, his long, black hair hanging around his face. "Sorry, didn't mean to make you drop it."

Mako pulled in the rest of his line, tying it around the end and nodding slowly. "Well... uh, thanks for getting it for me," he said, glancing down at his brother's body. Kosh had discarded his loincloth before jumping in and now only wore a bone necklace.

The brown wolf grinned and wiggled his hips back and forth, making his balls sway in the warm summer day. "Oh? How thankful?" he teased.

Mako's face flushed and he huffed, shaking his head and looking his brother in the eyes. "Not now... I'm just..." he let his sentence tail off, not knowing what exactly to say.

Kosh's smile faltered and he put a paw on the otter's shoulder, giving it a soft squeeze. "Are you still worried about your Ascension?" he asked, referring to the ritual that would take place when Mako's birthday rolled around.

"Yes," Mako said after a few moments silence, looking down at the ground and pulling away from the paw to walk over to where his bag, and Kosh's discarded loin cloth was.

Kosh frowned and followed after, wringing the water from his hair and pulling it back over his shoulders. "You don't have anything to feel ashamed about, you know. It's not like you're the first in the tribe to decline the Ascension's hunt." Whenever a member of the tribe, male of female, hit sixteen, they were given the chance to go out on a hunt that very night, and with the support of the more experienced would take down their first large game.

Mako grit his teeth and shook his head, picking up his leather satchel and slinging it over a shoulder. "No one has done it that I can remember... dad will be disappointed in me," he said picking up Kosh's cloth and handing it over.

The leather piece was striped black and white, a zebra from Kosh's own Ascension. "Lara and Warren both declined, or so they told me. But they're both perfectly respected members of the tribe," he said, fastening the cloth around his damp fur.

The otter rolled his eyes at that, trying not to grumble. Everyone was a respected member of the tribe. There were ninety-two members of the Ormus Tribe, soon to be three more in the next few months as some of the couples finally delivered their offspring. "Lara is a great cook and gardener, and Warren is excellent at making bows. I'm not good at anything!" he growled.

Kosh grinned and pressed close to the otter's back, putting his paws on his younger brother's hips. "I know something you are good at." As he spoke he ground his hips against the otter's rear, chuckling.

Mako growled and pulled from the wolf's grasp. "Come on. That's not something I can do for anyone," he muttered, rolling his eyes.

"Well..." Kosh started to say, grinning mischievously.

"Kosh!" Mako said, flustered and stomping a paw on the ground. "I'm being serious here! I don't know what to do! The Ascension is in four days and I don't want to go on the hunt, but I don't want to disappoint dad, and I feel really useless, and I just want to run away." The otter was speaking rather quickly and tears welled in his eyes as he spoke, nearing his breaking point.

Kosh didn't hesitate for a second as he stepped close and wrapped his arms around the shorter otter, hugging him close, petting down the back of his head. He didn't say anything, he just held the otter close while rocking side to side, letting him cry for a few minutes to relieve some of his stress.

Mako finally pulled away, eyes a little red and his nose running, he tried his best to wipe it against the back of his paw as he stepped back, looking away in embarrassment. "S-sorry..."

"Hey now, don't be sorry for being stressed and crying and stuff. It happens," Kosh said, smiling warmly. He looked down at his chest and groaned. "Ugh, you got me all wet," he said, making a show of rubbing through his fur and sending small droplets everywhere.

The otter laughed and punched Kosh in the arm, sniffling. "Jerk. That's from the river and you know it," he said, smiling softly all the same.

"Perhaps, but there's been more than one occasion where you've gotten me just as soaked before," he said, grinning and poking the otter square in the chest.

Mako's cheeks reddened and he used the fishing pole to scratch his back, looking sheepishly. "I guess," he said, trying not to smile.

Kosh grinned knowingly. The otter was always shy and bashful about the subject until you got him worked up, then he was just as unabashed as the others. "Uh huh, you guess," he stepped close and leaned down, taking one of Mako's small ears into his teeth.

The otter tensed up and let out a soft gasp, eyes closing. Despite the older wolf being his brother, it wasn't strange for them to be close like this. The tribe was relatively small, and unless they found a mate within the tribe, they'd usually have to look to other tribes. However, since males, especially younger ones, still had urges, it wasn't uncommon for them to find some companionship with each other just to sate their needs. Mako couldn't imagine taking a female as a mate at this point.

Kosh let out a soft growl as he pulled Mako against his chest, nibbling on the small ear between his teeth and letting his paws roam the shorter male's chest and back. The otter was like putty in his paws. There was a small gasp from the otter. then he heard the fishing pole fall to the ground. "Still not in the mood?" he asked quietly.

Mako shivered at the touch and reached a paw up to rest against the wolf's chest, holding himself steady. "N-no, I'm not," he whispered defiantly, eyes squeezed shut as his other paw joined his first, gripping at Kosh's chest.

The brown wolf growled and slipped one of his paws down to the front of the otter's simple loin cloth, pressing a paw to the outside of the fabric. A needy throb greeted his paw through the thin leather and the wolf chuckled. "No, not at all," he teased, pressing his paw firmly against the bulge.

The otter pressed his forehead against the wolf's chest and let out a soft groan, paws digging into Kosh's wet fur. "Maybe a little, it's been a while," he admitted. After enjoying the company of his brothers for a few years he'd grown accustomed to holding off on his own pleasure until they'd returned from a hunt, and both Kosh and Zeke had only gotten back yesterday from a week's absence.

"Then it's good we're near the river, cause I'm certain you're going to make quite the mess," Kosh whispered huskily into the otter's ear, tugging Mako's loincloth down and tossing it onto the ground.

Mako's shaft was a little bigger than average, or so he'd thought compared to what he'd seen among the others of the tribe, but there was something about being with one of his brothers that made him leak more than when alone. Already a trickle of pre was running down the underside of his uncut shaft.

Kosh's paw tugged upwards against his brother's length, covering his head with the loose foreskin before drawing it back down again, feeling the wetness spreading over his fingers. "Mmm, see? Already. You're just thinking about it, aren't you. You miss pressing your short, cute muzzle up against my sheath. Slipping your tongue inside while I'm sleeping, letting my shaft grow into your muzzle before I've even woken up." Kosh's own breathing had picked up as he recalled the first time he'd ever caught the younger otter on his bedroll. They'd already had relations before, but the otter had been a bit more daring that morning.

Mako whined and his hips twitched, humping his cock into his brothers now-slick paw. "I think about a lot of things," he said quietly, trying to control his breathing. He could smell the wolf's arousal and he let one of his paws trace down through the tan fur down to the edge of Kosh's loincloth.

Before the otter's paws could venture further, both of Kosh's paws grabbed Mako by the shoulders and forced him down to his feet, pulling his bag of and dropping it to the side. "What about now? What are you thinking about?" the older wolf asked. His hips ground forward and the front of his tented loincloth rubbed over Mako's cheek. "Go on. Pull it off. Get to what you really want," he said.

The otter's eyes opened slowly, focused intently on the striped cloth. "I'm... thinking about the uh, time. When you and I were, well, when you had me bent over the large rock down near the river and... then Zeke found us," he said, bringing both paws up to undo the loincloth and fumbling around before finally getting them pulled down. He groaned when his brother's cock was exposed to him. Kosh's shaft was a little longer than his own, but much thicker with a knot that caused him a great deal of pain while they were still getting acquainted. It was much less of an issue now.

"Oh?" Kosh said, idly humping his bared cock against the otter's face, letting his pre drip down onto the short tan fur of Mako's cheeks. "Which time?" he asked, grinning wide. It wasn't horribly uncommon for the three of them to wind up together, if not planned, then by one of them stumbling across the others.

Mako's cheeks went red and he nuzzled against the wolf's shaft, tongue reaching out to drag across bared flesh and taste the sweet pre that was dripping from the tip, a paw moving up to squeeze where that deliciously thick knot would eventually grow. "When... when you had knotted me. And I hadn't gotten off yet, and then Zeke shows up, and teased me for a bit before," the otter paused so he could slip a few inches of the wolf's shaft past his lips, tongue swirling over the dripping tip. He pulled off after a couple seconds and sighed softly. "And then fucked my muzzle while you stroked me until I came."

Kosh chuckled and rubbed a paw through the otter's hair before pulling him down and slipping his cock into the otter's mouth. He humped forward hard, his balls smacking Mako's chin and he felt the otter gag slightly, but otherwise manage. "Like this, then?" he asked, starting to thrust back and forth.

The otter let out a needy whine and could only twitch his head in acknowledgment as he sucked and licked around his brother's shaft. The length would have been more manageable if not for how thick it was, but he could hardly complain. One of his paws was cupping the brown-furred balls in front of his muzzle while the other was quickly stroking his cock, sliding his foreskin back and forth over the head. Pre was drooling liberally from the head, across his paws and down over his balls.

The older wolf just rest both paws on Mako's shoulders as he started thrusting harder. The time for talking and teasing was over, and he was almost as pent up as his younger brother was. His balls pulled free from the otter's paw as he started to pick up speed, and they smacked wetly against Mako's chin, coated in pre and saliva as his cock was drooled around.

Mako loved this kind of treatment, and he couldn't fight a moan to escape as he let his brother take his muzzle more and more vigorously. The telltale signs of a knot were appearing at the base and he had to keep his mouth tight to prevent it from slipping past his lips; the knot was much too large for it to fit there, and there was no sense in them both getting hurt. The otter's fingers were soaked in his own pre now and he knew that he could cum whenever he wanted to as long as Kosh's cock kept pulsing against his tongue.

Kosh's breathing was getting harder as his knot grew bigger, starting to bang almost painfully into his brother's lips. He saw the otter jerking himself and he huffed happily, suddenly pulling back and gripping his cock at the base. "Lay on your back. I want to see you cum on yourself," he demanded, his other paw stroking his shaft.

The tan otter let out a soft whine as he felt the cock slip free from his lips, and he tried to follow it to no avail. He looked up hazily at the taller wolf and then down at the knotted cock. "You just want me to be as wet as you," he teased, slowly laying back on the short grass, stroking his cock all the while. He kept his eyes open to watch Kosh as they both pawed themselves closer to their respective orgasms.

Both brothers tried to draw their own orgasm out as long as they could, stroking at their cocks quickly and fondling their balls. Mako's eyes were half-lidded and he could feel that familiar tingle beneath his balls as he drew nearer. Above him, Kosh's knot was fully engorged, an angry reddish pink color that shone with dripped pre. Staring at that thick bulb made the otter's mind race with all the times he'd had it under his tail and he groaned out as he finally came.

Thick, white ropes of otter cum shot up into the air before raining back down on Mako's chest and face, paining him in long streaks. Watching the young otter cum so hard was enough to set the brown wolf off and he groaned happily, cock throbbing in his paws as he kept it angled down at his brother. He wasn't as prolific as the otter, but it had been a week for him as well, and a thick splatter of wolf cum coated most of Mako's face and neck as he stepped over his small brother.

Mako's eyes were closed as he felt his and his brother's cum soak into his fur spurt after spurt, and it was only as he was coming down of his orgasm that his ears picked up the sound of someone breathing heavily and some wet noises of someone jerking off. He suspected Kosh was just trying to get himself off again, but then he felt a jet of cum splash right against the head of his shaft and then over his stomach and thighs., leaving him a complete mess.

He couldn't open his eyes without getting anything in them and he felt his cheeks heating up as he lay there on the forest floor. "Z-Zeke?" he asked quietly, hearing two people chuckle above him.

The shorter, black wolf reached down and picked up the otter's loincloth before dropping it onto his cum-covered face. "I was coming to find you two; dinner is almost ready. Figured that information could wait a little bit, and I didn't want to interrupt," Zeke said.

Mako flinched when he felt the leather cloth land on his face, but he used it to get the cum from his eyes so he could open them. Zeke was standing there, naked, next to Kosh. Both were still hard and knotted up, cum dripping from the pair. "I never even heard you get near," he said dumbly, looking for anything to say to lessen his temporary embarrassment of being caught.

"You shouldn't space out so much, then," Zeke said, laughing and reaching a foot-paw up to nudge his youngest brother's balls. "Now, let's get cleaned up and get some food,"

Kosh helped Mako to his feet and gave the otter a playful shove towards the river as the three of them walked. "But after dinner, he's fair game, right?"

Zeke laughed and smacked the otter's ass before they got into the river. "Yeah, but I get first dibs," he said.

Mako just washed the cum from his face, trying to look indignant to the matter, but his smile betrayed what he really thought of that idea.